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WHO: Herbert West and Tony Stark
TONE: Awkward and goofy and confusing
RATING: PG-13, probably
WHEN: 10th
WHERE: Library
WHAT: Tony's love potion dose gets him fixated on a very unlikely target.
STATUS: Ongoing

Herbert barely noticed the two boys sitting at the next table over in the library. He was too busy composing a treatise on how physical fitness positively affected mental prowess (a new revelation to him, but one only had to look at the perfection that was Odinson to know it made the most sense), sucking on the end of his quill between bursts of furious writing. Anyway, it was only Rogers and Stark, and weirdly enough, a lot of his irritation at Stark lately seemed to have disappeared once he'd gotten a good look at the husky blond boy and ... well. That was probably not an appropriate thought to have in a library.

The small boy smiled to himself as he made another note, this time concerning human pheromones and their genetic advantages.

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The smaller boy seems intent on providing it - he doesn't let up for quite some time, eating at Tony's mouth. First deep and intense, then more shallow, shorter kisses delivered one after another in a continuous stream. He leans back into the younger Ravenclaw's body, fitting up against him rather neatly. It's not until it's far too late that Herbert realizes he's probably either just hopelessly encouraged Tony, or set himself up to be made vicious fun of, later.

"There," he manages breathlessly, pulling back a few inches, glasses fogged up. "That has to be enough."

Tony wiggles and squirms against him slightly, as a way to get more contact with him. When they break again, Tony's cheek's are a lot pinker and he tries to angle his hops away.

"Well."

He lingers on the vowel.

"If we want to keep doing it... I... Might need five minutes."

Because in the end, Tony's a 14 year old boy smothered with hormones and he's just had the crap kissed out of him, so he was a little more excitable than he intended to be.

"Five minutes for what? Do you have to go to the bog or something?" Herbert asks, disgruntled, then sniffs. "It doesn't matter, anyway, I fulfilled my end of the bargain, now you can do yours and piss off."

That would probably be for the best. Herbert was getting a little too into it for his own comfort, as well. There were no inopportune erections cropping up, but it was only a matter of time, and how utterly mortifying would that be.

He pokes at his side almost playfully then glances down at himself.

"Well, take a moment to think about what you were just doing with a 14 year old ball of hormones."

He frowns a little at him.

"You're being way too abrasive for someone who was really getting into all that kissing you know.

Other than keeping his hips away from Herbert still, Tony hadn't moved away from him.

"Or do you just have a dismissive kink thing going on?"

He grins again, somehow finding that kind of interesting.

"A what?" Herbert asked, looking appalled at the idea. "No! I just want you to go away now!"

Before things get any more embarrassing.

Tony can't help but smirk at him, not moving an inch.

"Or, you know. You could help me get rid of it?"

" ... are you honestly asking me to get you off behind a bloody statue?" Herbert asked, his mouth hanging open. "Seriously? Oh, that's just marvelously classy, Stark! Who in their right mind could refuse such a tempting offer?"

"Hey, doesn't have to be here. I mean. We share a room"

Tony grins at him, moving towards him a little more.

Herbert looks alarmed. "I'm not wanking you off where Bruce or Holmes might see!"

He keeps on grinning.

"That's what locks and locking charms are for"

"As if something like that wouldn't make Holmes want to get inside even more!" Herbert said. "Don't be stupid. Look, we just can't. I don't want my-"

He cut himself off, shook his head. "Just no."

Raising an eyebrow, he tilts his head.

"Don't want your what?"

Blushing, Herbert shakes his head. "Never mind. It's none of your business."

Realisation hits his face.

"Ooooh, you're a virgin?"

Without the potion being in the way, Tony wouldn't at all be surprised to hear this. With the potion, he found it so very endearing. Either way, Tony knew he couldn't really laugh at him, because he was too, not that he'd ever admit that.

"I said it's none of your business!" Herbert snaps - for all that he doesn't put the same stock as some other boys do about sexual conquest status, it's still an embarrassing thing to have to admit, especially to a younger boy whom he suspects is more experienced.

Tony can't help but look kind of amused.

"Okay sure, it's not my business, not that I care anyway. I was just talking about a hand job."

The younger boy had to admit, for someone who he thought had little interest in sexual things, he jumped to conclusions fast enough.

"That's still sex!" Herbert objected stridently. "If a person comes in contact with bare genitals and manipulates them to orgasm, that counts as sex."

The Ravenclaw will probably never win any awards for dirty talk, that's for sure.

"Tenchincally, it's mutual masterbation and isn't penetrative, it's a sexual act, over actual sex."

He grins at him for this, then steps a little closer.

"Sure you're not interested?"

"Not with you!" He is, sort of, but Herbert does actually have some self control. God, though, this is going to suck later if this was his one and only opportunity to have sex with someone he doesn't have to pay later.

Tony can't help but grin at how cute Herbert was while playing this little 'oh no you don't' game.

"Well if you're really, set on this whole 'not with you thing' okay, sure. But hey, you always know where I sleep."

He straightens, his erection soft enough to not be utterly obvious, and he gives Herbert a smouldering look before patting at his arm and turning to leave. Even under the love potion, he still felt the need to have the last word with him.

"Unfortunately," Herbert says as Tony turns away, straightening his own clothing prissily.

Edited 2013-05-03 05:38 (UTC)

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